Finally! I have written something!!! It's been so long, it feels good to be
doing it again! So, no excuses, apart from the test thing, I have been
lazy?I'm sorry and I will try and do better?please don't kill me. Whimpers
and curls up into a ball, trying to avoid objects flying her way.
ANYWAY. Chapter 7...hope it's a good one!
Creeping amongst the shadows as if he were one of them John silently made
his way around the few guards positioned outside. His keen eyes and quick
reflexes gave him a distinct advantage over them as he expertly avoided
making any noise to signal his presence. He was no use to Jane captured.
All the raindrops falling on him, chilling him to the bone and making him
shiver couldn't shake the anticipation and the anger gathering in him as
well as the overwhelming emotion pressing in on him from all sides. Just by
thinking about Jane a powerfully warm and protective feeling for her
flooded every sense in his body, drowning out any logical thought and
leaving it to sink in a wave of pure adoration.
He wanted to keep this feeling. He wanted to keep Jane.
And to do that he had to rescue her now.
Finally emerging from the trees John slinked to the side of the warehouse
still shadowed by overhanging branches and gripped onto anything he could
hold onto. The material the building was made of was slippery due to the
constant downpour it was being exposed to, but somehow John managed to
crawl his way up with great effort. He was determined to finish his task.
A minute later John was on the roof, careful not to let anyone see him.
Surveying the expanse around him, John's pale sapphire eyes noticed a
strong light shining from the centre of the roof. Curiously, he slipped
over to the overhanging window and peered down. Inside the complex were a
few more guards, restlessly pacing a large room. To one side there appeared
to be another smaller room separated by a short corridor. That had to be
where Jane was being kept.
"When is Clayton getting here anyway?" one guard asked lazily to another
sitting not far away.
"Soon. Don't worry, he'll be here. Apparently the kids worth $6 billion -
would you forget something like that?" he replied boredly turning his gun
about in his beefy hands.
"Well he'd better hurry?I'm starving," yet another complained.
"Dude, you're always hungry", the first commented, shaking his head in
annoyance.
Unable to listen to their irritating ramblings any longer John drew away
from the light and searched around him. His gaze fell upon a large rock
lying beside the window frame. Though he knew that he could take on that
number of men, more would soon be on their way. If so he wasn't sure how
long he would be able to hold them off before he could get to Jane. But it
was a risk he had to take.
Picking up the rock, John raised it above the window and once he was sure
he was prepared let his grip loosen on the rough object. Taking a step back
as the rock collided with the glass, shattering it and most of the frame
with it, John listened as it crashed to the ground, flinging shards of the
hard material in every direction. Raining glass and metal made the soldiers
leap out of their seats and rush to look out the hole in the ceiling, rain
falling onto their faces and into their eyes as they raised their guns
warily.
Waiting until he could see enough guards gathered round the opening John
leapt down, alarming the soldiers further by his cat like grace. Unable to
aim their guns quickly enough three were down before John had barely
moved. Sending them crashing into walls without the slightest look of
trouble, John rolled and leapt out of the way before any of the men could
lay a finger on him.
A final blow to the last remaining man left John alone in a room full of
unconscious or concussed soldiers. Making sure none were planning on
getting up again, John bounded over to the corridor and sprinted through
the darkness to Jane, her scent becoming stronger and more intoxicating
with every step, unaware, however, of one soldier who hadn't completely
been knocked out. Reaching for his radio attached to his belt, the guard
raised it to his mouth and whispered, "Colonel Winters: He's here," before
the device slipped from his fingers and his head fell back against the damp
ground.
Awkwardly pulling her head away from her folded arms Jane blinked, trying
to remember where she was. But as she took in her dismal surroundings it
immediately came to her. Looking to her watch she saw that it was already 9
o' clock - 3 hours until she went to the 'special place' Winters had spoken
of earlier.
Feeling a wave of hopelessness crash down on her, Jane rose to her feet and
nervously ran her hands through her long hair. Practically on the verge of
tears she strode aimlessly over to the un - used mattress and, resisting
the urge to collapse in a heap, perched on the edge and began rocking
herself backwards and forwards. It was now apparent to Jane that John was
not coming for her - it had already been too long. He should have been
there by now, his beautifully crafted eyes absorbing her, his toned body
enveloping her in a comforting embrace that shielded her from outside
dangers, his voice soothing away her fears? Though it had been barely a day she was already finding life without John
intolerable. She needed to be with him to survive. In this 'cage' she was
helpless and vulnerable, but when he was near she felt like she could take
on anything. Maybe even Winters.
An unexpected crash of shattering glass made Jane suddenly aware of her
surroundings again, the rain outside seeming louder than ever. Looking
towards the glass front of her prison, she could sense something was
different.
The deafening silence that followed the crash seemed to last for hours as
Jane anticipated what was happening beyond her room. Then came the cries
and grunts of men being beaten up by some unknown force. In no less than a
minute did the shouting end and light poured into the dark corridor, a male
shadow cast upon the wall beside her. Only then did Jane dare to hope that
her hopes were not false, that John was alive and had come for her.
"Jane?" his concerned voice called down the hall.
Feeling something well up inside of her at the sound of his voice she
called back to him, her own voice sounding desperate as she remembered how
good it was to say his name, "John!"
Instantly he sprang towards her, his amazing eyes just as she remembered
them. Leaping up from her seat Jane ran towards him, forgetting the
invisible wall between them. She needed to feel his skin, his hair,
anything to reassure herself that he was in fact real and she was not
dreaming this whole thing. Reaching out for her, John also came quickly
towards Jane, only realising that he could not touch her when his
hands met the glass abruptly. Looking confusedly at Jane he pressed his
palms against the clear surface, somehow hoping it wouldn't be there a
second time.
Shaking her head but never removing her eyes from his face Jane confessed
forlornly, "you can't get in, John." the sadness that she had felt earlier
began to once again overcome her as it dawned on Jane that there was nothing
John could do to free her. "Listen to me, you have to leave now.
They'll come for you any second".
"No", was his sturdy reply.
Though she was touched that he would not leave her she knew better than to
let her feelings get too mixed up in the situation, "John, please, you have
to!"
"Not without you, Jane" he cried. The next thing Jane knew, John had begun
pounding his fists against the glass, desperate to release her from it's
invisible grasp. Even though she called his name repeatedly to stop it was
not until his knuckles were raw and bloody and he seemed drained of energy
did he fall to his knees. Pressing his palms against the glass and leaning
his head forward he panted in exhaustion.
"John", Jane whispered sympathetically.
Looking up to Jane's sad face he watched as she lowered herself to his
height. Studying her as she placed her hand over the same spot John's hand
was rested on she searched the depths of his eyes. As she looked at him
lovingly John saw the tears begin to fall from her moist eyes. Wanting
nothing more than to kiss them and all her pain away, he felt his own face
contort into one of great sadness too. He should have gotten Jane to stay
in her room with him, then none of this wouldn't have happened, Jane
wouldn't be stuck behind a barrier he couldn't break. She would be with
him, safe from the men in black.
"You can't save me this time," she whispered tenderly as he shook his head
in disagreement, not wanting to believe the truth. He had to save her.
Without her he was...nothing. "John, please save yourself".
"I won't leave you behind", John replied, unable to draw his eyes away from
hers and the constantly falling tears that he couldn't stop.
"Please", she pleaded, "do it for me" and resting her forehead against the
glass.
Copying her action he tried to recreate the feel of her skin against his.
Closing his eyes he began to weigh his choices: leave and survive or be
captured by his Uncle and never see Jane again. Either way he could not
win.
Reopening his eyes, John looked to her beautiful features as he whispered
Jane's name. Exploring his face, hoping he had made a decision, she watched
as he searched for the words that he needed to describe the way he was
feeling. But somehow they didn't seem quite strong enough, so he searched
for the phrase his mother used to tell him when he was a child, hoping it
would express what he wanted to tell Jane more than anything.
"I - " he began, but was cut off by the door being kicked open. Not even
bothering to resist the soldiers as they piled in, John's gaze never left
Jane's. As he felt rough hands grab his wrists and pull them painfully
behind his back, John suddenly became aware of all the sorrow he had ever
know since he was lost in the jungle. Ever since then he had been alone,
his entire life he had forgotten love and only relied on himself. But now
that he had found Jane he had everything to lose.
Being dragged out of the room by several burly men he watched as the only
woman he had know love for disappeared from his sight forever. He was so
overcome with grief that he never even saw the maliciously greedy smile
shared between him and Jane by a tall man with shortly cut brown hair known
as Colonel.
Rapping loudly against the expensive door leading to Kathleen Clayton's
residence Sam hoped she was not in some business meeting discussing matters
far less important than the one at hand. Since Sam had first found
that file on 'Los Sabuesos' earlier that morning he had been researching
the group and their connection with Richard Clayton, and although there
wasn't much on them he had gotten a good idea as to what they were up to.
Finally the door opened, but not to who he had expected. Before Sam stood
the house's maid, Mary, who looked expectantly up at him.
"Hello there, is Ms. Clayton in? I really need to talk to her", Sam said
urgently, flashing her his badge to make sure the woman didn't argue with
him any longer than he needed her to. Nodding her head slightly, Mary
headed to the stairs and called up Kathleen's name. Moments later the older
woman had emerged and looked to Sam inquisitively. Though they had never
met before Sam knew that Jane trusted Kathleen just as much as she trusted
Sam himself. She was the only other person he could count on to help both
Jane and find John, wherever he was. He was sure that if Richard was
involved she would probably be interested too.
"Hello, how can I help you, Mr.?"
"Sullivan. Sam Sullivan. I'm Jane's partner at the station," he said
holding his hand out to shake with Kathleen's,
"Nice to meet you Mr. Sullivan," she smiled.
"Pleasure. I'm sorry to barge in on you now, but I kind of need your help,"
he spoke as he entered the Clayton house, Mary closing the door behind him
quietly, "it's about Jane and your brother Richard."
At hearing both these names Kathleen looked over her shoulder to Mary and
thanked her before watching the woman head away. Turning her attention back
to Sam she encouraged him to continue.
"Last night sometime Jane was captured by these 'men in black' as they're
known. So far, she wasn't the only one to be taken, there have been several
others matching Jane's description that have also disappeared. But since
they have taken Jane, the disappearances have stopped. So I'm thinking that
they got what they wanted."
Cutting in Kathleen looked at Sam in confusion, "I'm sorry but what does
this have to do with Richard?"
Reaching into his jacket pocket, Sam pulled out several pages he had
printed earlier that day when he had been researching the group. Holding
them out for Kathleen to see he continued to explain, "the group doing all
the attacks aren't random. They're called 'Los Sabuesos' or bloodhounds.
Their leader is Colonel Scott Winters, an expert in special ops work who
was recently released from his job by none other than Richard Clayton for
taking things far too seriously and causing some major damages to your
brother's half of the company that I won't bother boring you with. Hearing
that your brother needed help taming a certain wild man he probably thought
his previous job could be open and decided to help him out. Why, I have no idea, but I know that he is the one that has Jane."
Looking up from the text in her hands she finished what Sam had been
leading up to, "he wants to lead John to him by using Jane as bait".
"Exactly my thoughts. Now all I need to do is figure out where they could
be keeping her. Do you know of any abandoned areas or buildings that your
brother could have fixed for them to use? Any place Winters could use to
avoid being seen, somewhere he could hold the rest of his team plus your
nephew and Jane to wait for Richard to arrive?" Sam looked to Kathleen
hoping that she knew of any said places they could try.
After a moment of thought something dawned on Kathleen's features as she
remembered something. Looking up to Sam's worried face she spoke, "there is
one place I know. It's big enough to be the one you're looking for".
"What are we waiting for?"
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